yeah went with joanna up to olatha last night...well its 1 in the morning so i guess it would of been last night. okay so the movie was good. i brought $10 thinking yeah this will be enough. THE TICKET WAS FUCKING 8.50!! im like oh yay i have 1.50 left over. im never going to AMC ever again unless someone else is paying. okay we went to get gas and when we stop this lady knocks on my window so i open the door and she starts speaking spanish. im like oh god. its times like these i regret my grandma or dad not teaching me this shit. the mexican lady needed help with directions. joanna tried to help her out some but didnt get anywhere. so im like well ill call my dad...12 at night. well he wasnt happy but he tried to help the lady out and im not sure how successful he was. dad mostly just bitched at me for not being home. im like chill out we had to get gas. hes like well get home and im like we are damn.